If mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.
Have you heard of this saying? This is one of those sayings which I wholeheartedly agree. Not just mentally agree because I think it sounds true. But experientially agree. Because it has been proven time and time again in my life and in our family.
Parenthood has a way of bringing the best and the worst out of you.
It is a journey much like a roller coaster ride… you can go up and down, sometimes without warning. And it is definitely not for the faint-hearted!
Having been in this ride for close to 11 years, I have had my fair share of triumph and failures, joy and tears.
Jay turned 8 this November. In our family, we do not usually hold huge and elaborate parties for our kids. Most years, the kids’ birthdays are celebrated only with family members.
I look at my two boys who are fast growing up, and sometimes, especially in recent months, I question the purpose of their endless drills and stuff they do in school.
“I don’t like school. School is boring,”
“I don’t want to go to school,”
lamented my boys, especially the tween.
I crave routine. Yet, ironically, my life is anything but routine.
Every day of the week presents a different schedule for me, due to the fact that:
The grass is always greener on the other side.
A working mother might envy the life of a stay-home mother.
A stay-home mother might think working mothers have it easier.
Which role is better? Or easier?
“Mommy, don’t scold me…”
“I’m sorry, Mommy… I’m sorry…”
These are words spoken by my boys to me. Words that brought a pang of guilt and pain to my heart.
They are words that made me stop and think. Words that made me question, “What have I done to these little ones in the midst of my rushing through a hectic pace of life?”
Mommy guilt. We all have it, don’t we?
When we thought we should have done better as a mom.
When we serve instant or hawker food to our kids out of desperation and lack of time to prepare more nutritious meals.